LAX Makes Me Smoke Crack

I think for the most part I’m a civil driver. If someone needs to cut in front of me and they use a turn signal, I’ll let them in. So on and so forth. Then why is it that whenever I drive into LAX, I start cutting people off and shouting at other drivers? I swear that place is evil. Pure evil. *shudders* I bought me a pair of Chuck Taylors on Friday. It’s the first pair I’ve had since seventh grade. I now remember why I liked them so much. My feet are sooo happy. Can I go home now?